Weddings
Our anniversary was two weeks ago already: August 31. Hard to believe. :-}
Don't wish us a happy anniversary, though. Seriously, please just don't. I'll explain more later. Promise.
We had rehearsal for Never After at 7pm that night, but we swung through Harvard Square beforehand for a (relatively) quick anniversary dinner at Om Nom Nom Nom, which we had a gift certificate for and had long been excited to try. Unfortunately, the food was not all we'd hoped for; the Sweet Potato Ravioli appetizer was excellent, but neither of us was moved to even finish our entrees. We weren't having dessert until later, and even the signature cocktails failed to inspire me enough to order one. Also, in the interest of time we sat outside, which might have been great (lovely weather for it), but as we were on the alley -- and right outside the yuppie-fishbowl picture windows opening onto the VERY noisy bar/lounge, which seemed to have some sort of private event going on -- it left something to be desired in terms of the romantic ambience purporting to be one of their major selling points. Ah well. It was still a nice thing and we were glad we did it.
After rehearsal, we went home, ate two and a half slivers of our defrosted wedding cake (and merrily dumped the rest), got into bed early, and tried to focus on the happy memories from this past year. The bright spots, the joys large and small.
One of those that I especially wanted to share with you all was something we saw in Provence on our honeymoon last October (which, I know, I never did post a travelogue of). There was an artist whose gallery we stumbled into in Vaison-la-Romaine half an hour before closing and liked so much that we were determined to buy something on the spot, but ran out of time trying to pick just one and ended up leaving without so much as a business card... and then we could never remember her name for months afterwards, so we couldn't even locate her on Google! After reminiscing about it this time, though, I finally remembered enough to piece it together and find her, and it's Ansatu Schlumberger. Go on, click through. I promise it will brighten your day. It did mine.
Meanwhile, this past weekend was ablock's Camp Wedding, which, despite the chill and dreary weather (all the more excuse for marvelous log fires, bourbon, and an emergency trip to the Eddie Bauer outlet :-) and the rather punishing lack of sleep (due to the all-night-every-night slumber party), was a rollicking good time for all concerned. I mean, they had Golem as their wedding band. How awesome is that?
Don't wish us a happy anniversary, though. Seriously, please just don't. I'll explain more later. Promise.
We had rehearsal for Never After at 7pm that night, but we swung through Harvard Square beforehand for a (relatively) quick anniversary dinner at Om Nom Nom Nom, which we had a gift certificate for and had long been excited to try. Unfortunately, the food was not all we'd hoped for; the Sweet Potato Ravioli appetizer was excellent, but neither of us was moved to even finish our entrees. We weren't having dessert until later, and even the signature cocktails failed to inspire me enough to order one. Also, in the interest of time we sat outside, which might have been great (lovely weather for it), but as we were on the alley -- and right outside the yuppie-fishbowl picture windows opening onto the VERY noisy bar/lounge, which seemed to have some sort of private event going on -- it left something to be desired in terms of the romantic ambience purporting to be one of their major selling points. Ah well. It was still a nice thing and we were glad we did it.
After rehearsal, we went home, ate two and a half slivers of our defrosted wedding cake (and merrily dumped the rest), got into bed early, and tried to focus on the happy memories from this past year. The bright spots, the joys large and small.
One of those that I especially wanted to share with you all was something we saw in Provence on our honeymoon last October (which, I know, I never did post a travelogue of). There was an artist whose gallery we stumbled into in Vaison-la-Romaine half an hour before closing and liked so much that we were determined to buy something on the spot, but ran out of time trying to pick just one and ended up leaving without so much as a business card... and then we could never remember her name for months afterwards, so we couldn't even locate her on Google! After reminiscing about it this time, though, I finally remembered enough to piece it together and find her, and it's Ansatu Schlumberger. Go on, click through. I promise it will brighten your day. It did mine.
Meanwhile, this past weekend was ablock's Camp Wedding, which, despite the chill and dreary weather (all the more excuse for marvelous log fires, bourbon, and an emergency trip to the Eddie Bauer outlet :-) and the rather punishing lack of sleep (due to the all-night-every-night slumber party), was a rollicking good time for all concerned. I mean, they had Golem as their wedding band. How awesome is that?